A Hustler's Tale

Riding a commercial bus in slow moving traffic is like wrestling with a bull. You keep getting tugged, back and forth, teeth chattering, waist swaying of its own volition, none too softly, to the rugged breaks of the driver's wheel and sudden jerks.

Traffic!

Traffic makes beasts out of men. Men who otherwise wouldn't make it on that terrain if they donned their humane selves.